Haiti, the pearl

By Rose

Haiti, my mother earth, which is

Pure laughter, Konpu, and 

Raboday.

Haiti, mountainous land

That resists mighty winds.

Haiti, the warmth of the sun on your 

Skin, drinking a coconut water

Under a palm tree, feeling

So alive.

Haiti, I love people fighting

For their dreams, as our ancestors taught us to

Never give up.

Haiti, is relief from pain, 

With a good prestige.

Pumpkin soup on the 

First of January.

Haiti, I am from the 

Place of 365 doors, of

The public fountain.

I am from

The Pearl of the Caribbean.

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Rose is a student at The English High School. She likes math, reading romance novels, learning English, and sleeping.